The Arizona sentinel. [volume] (Arizona City [Yuma], Yuma County, A.T. [Ariz.]) 1872-1911, 1887-12-31

culinary skill and general ability. Hence
the frivolous youth of Barmouth insisted
that it was simply matter of time as to the
ultimate matrimonial results
Three times year Mrs Mack had been
in the habit of giving Dr. Blake warming
in more or less impassioned terms The
alleged causes were sins of omission or COM
mission on the respective parts of the SHRED
help" Bob, the Office e-boy, and Miss Doris
Lane, the Doctors nineteen-year-o ward
Ii was the morning after. Christmas Day
in the year Of grace 1885, DIR Blake was
IN his library and Office combined, hoping
for quiet hour with the Lancet, which he
held in his hand with pages uncut, as Mrs
HACK whose black eyes were swapping ON
Inously, fungi use the word advisedly-
into the room
! With premonition of what was coming,
the Doctor laid aside the pamphlet
We'll, Mrs Mack" he said, wearily,
~which-that is, Who'll mean, what is it
now?" 60
This day week, DIR Blake, either Miss
Doris or I leave-you can choose Between
Ills, responded the-Widow Mack, with on
inous calmneSs Barring the name of the
offender, her formula of warning was al
ways the same Possibly she. dreamed that
by patient persistence in this line the Doc
tor in some unguarded moment might be
led to say: "Then, Mrs Mack, my advice
will be-yourself"
Why not? The widow only acknowledged
to thirty-six, her figure was trim, her face
not uncomely and she held property in her
own right In addition to this her cookery
was unequaled, and is itnot recorded that
masculine hearts untouched by personal
charms have been reached through the vul-
gar medium of the stomach?
Not being the dirt under Miss Doris
feet" acrimoniously continued Mrs Mack,
before Dr. Blake could speak, Il don't pro-
pose being trod on no longer The idear'
said the irate lady, with backward toss of
her head; ordering me out of her study'er
just because said her goings on with your
neyew, Paul Blake, was scandalous Things
hive come to pretty pass in this house, 1
think"
DR.. Blake groaned in spirit as Mrs.
Hack slammed the door behind her
why can't she let Doris alone" he mut-
tered, and when he said @Doris" it was with
peculiarly tender infection But that,
perhaps, was because of the semi-parental
relation in which he pretended to stand
toward her.
DR.. Blake communed with himself for a
moment or two and then, laying aside the
uncut pamphlet, rose and regarded himself
CUlriously in the glass over the manteL 49,.
You're nothing but an old fool, Paul
Blake" he said, turning abruptly away Yet
The earnest, scholarly face and dark inscrut-
able eyes which had returned his brief
glance were by no means deserving of such
=. scathing remark But in comparison with
his nephew Paul Blake, the doctor regarded
himself as modern Methuselah
Doris Vane's ''study'er" was rather cozy
interior formed by parting. portion of the
;ttic proper with some faded chintz cur
tains rummaged out from the big cedar
wood chest in the corner One of the hang
jngs was pushed back for better side light,
and DR. Blake, who had sough6 the attic
with view of reconciling Doris and Mrs
Mack, stood still at the head of the stairs
regarding the chintz- framed picture before
h m
Under the sky-light in the roof was an
easel supporting a partly-fnished portrait
in oil Before it, holding palette and
mahl-stick in rest, stood pretty Doris the